"...the question, "What fiction shall be my truth?" is a very large challenge to modern consciousness. Tribal mythologies and sacred institutions have lost their numinosity for most of us. So the responsibility for myth has fallen upon the individual. Either we create our myths, our fictions, as Blake said, or we will be enslaved to someone else's. Soren Kierkegaard describes the fiction by which Socrates lived his soul's journey:
"Socrates could not prove the immortality of the soul: He simply said: This matter occupies me so much that I will order my life as though immortality were a fact -- should there be none, eh bien, I still do not regret my choice; for this is the only thing that concerns me.
"According to Kierkegaard, Socrates was spared the trap of bewitchment by his fictions, spared seduction by his constructs. His wisdom lay ... in the fact that he knew that he did not know. His life was a search for constructs whcih gave meaning and purpose to his existence. He served a worthy fiction, not whether or not immortality exists, but that the idea of immortality is worth a lifetime's devotion.
"What about us? What have we found to give worth to our own journey? What fictions do we serve?..... A worthy fiction leads one to a worthy life. What fiction, then is your truth right now, your guiding image? Is it worthy of the high summons of a life's journey? Is it possible that your fiction has been outlived? What is its source -- mom and dad, culture, trauma? Do you like what you find? Are you choosing or being chosen? By what fiction does your life fulfill its truth, betray its truth, avoid its truth?
"To find our truths we must travel consciously, by way of our fictions."
Excerpts from James Hollis', On This Journey We Call Our Life - Living the Questions, pp. 84, 85.
(digital art in this post created by bz with images from AuroraDreams and textures from Shadowhouse Creations)